Our world seeing now some troubling things
Reminds us to look for hope in our kings
Master of strength; show off your brawn
Move the sun forward to dawn
The light of the moon shines often dim
A hopeful reminder of your whim
But your people lie suffered in the dark
Grasping for the song of meadow lark
Though the record of the sun goes strong
The presence of night grows long
Won’t you use your might to correct the mistake?
Or will you watch as your people break?
Sovereign of mercy, enforce your desire
Clear us a path away from this fire
Friends in the south suffer and choke
Watch it all burn and go up in smoke
More still east inherit fear of the west
Ravaged but still comes yet another test
An iron bird’s wail is a troubling sound
Engines breed tensions wherever they’re found
Will you prove name’s promise to the world below?
Or will we our fears bloom as part of your show?
Ruler of music; play us a song
Make it go down a little less strong
Drinks are swallowed with much more ease
When drowned out is the sound of the least of these
Averted eyes can find new opportunity
Fresh songs are best heard with less scrutiny
That distraction can grant new insight
In sorrow we forget to turn on the light
Is the love of your fruit a blessing in kind?
Or yet another attempt to deafen and blind?
Lord of wisdom inspire your voice
Remind the masses we have a choice
King of the world, where lies your crown?
Is this your will, and must I take it lying down?